Thoughts and Questions

The other day I asked my coworker if I was a bad dad for agreeing to send my son to Turkey when suicide bombers were blowing themselves up. I usually don’t ask personal questions. I keep a low profile, my life to myself, but the thought was so heavy on my mind that the words slipped out as if I was a cup of water knocked so that the overflow spilled over the edge of the lip only to land with a splash.

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